Moyers:
By
the end of 1965, by the end of 1966, even though we were flooding troops into
Vietnam, the President
never thought he would win that war. And that became the source of his
continuing agitation, inner turmoil, the schizophrenic qualities that
people saw into him, he was like a man in a race who had lost control of
the wheel but knew he had to stay in the race even though the outcome
was predictable.
He
did not believe he could win the war. He did think that perhaps somebody
could negotiate him out of it. He still believed until the very end that
the other side would be reasonable. When I went to the ranch in
1966 and informed the President that I was leaving the
White House, we drove for
seven hours around the ranch, just the two of us.
We
sat for a long time as the sun was disappearing over the far horizon of
the LBJ ranch and we talked
about Vietnam. He said, “If history brings me out”...that is, if the
Communists don’t take over South Vietnam “I will be considered by
posterity a great man who took a great risk and won, and it’ll all be
all right.” “If it doesn’t come out,” he said, “if the Communists wind
up running South Vietnam I will be considered an obscure footnote, a man
who gambled all he had, and lost.”
I,
I think he wanted negotiation and knew he couldn’t get it. I knew he
didn’t want to fight a war but felt he had to, and in the end...who
knows? There’s...in the spring of 1965 every
report coming in from Vietnam was that the government of South Vietnam
and the military of South Vietnam was on the verge of of collapse and I
had dinner one night, late, just alone with the President, he was
commiserating about this, he was agitating, he was beginning to see more
and more how the trap had been sprung. Uh no one sprung it, it was
sprung. It, it, it, it, the quagmire was swallowing him up, the hand
around the ankle was pulling him down.
Every report, the CIA, the military,
the Embassy, uh,
independent observers who had been there, were saying Vietnam is on the
verge of collapse. And the President says I feel like a hitchhiker caught in a
hailstorm on a
Texas highway. I
can’t run, I can’t hide, and I can’t make it stop. I think he knew then
that the course was set...a course he felt, even he as President
couldn’t avoid.
And
of course the tragedy of Vietnam is that all along the way no one really
thought that any human intelligence could take over and stop it. Uh,
that to me is the ultimate tragedy, of Vietnam that the policy making
process moves of its own momentum and men surrender...the power to stop
the process or to change the policy.